The Elusive Pyotr
"Comrade Radimir, this is what you requested earlier."
"Well done, Comrade Blanov."
The petite beastman girl with snow-white hair and small fox ears—cute yet somehow cunning—accepted the documents from the human man with the striking mustache. The contents were almost impossible to believe. A human man named Pyotr had assisted the Revolutionary Army on his way back after carrying out a secret mission for Blanov in imperial territory. He had used propaganda to easily conclude the siege, then traveled from the north to the Holy Empire, where he annihilated the elite knight order that had been advancing northward. As a peculiar note, Pyotr was said to travel with a human woman dressed as a barbarian warrior who wielded lightning. The report also mentioned that the woman was in fact a giant straight out of myth, and her strength was difficult to measure.
"How remarkable. Since when have you been secretly raising such a monstrous subordinate?"
"Comrade Radimir, I can say with absolute certainty that I do not know the man named Pyotr mentioned in that report."
"Blanov! You bastard!"
Radimir slammed her desk and shot to her feet, glaring into the man's eyes. Her gaze carried the clear threat that if she detected even a single lie, she would tear his eyes out with her claws on the spot. Yet Blanov's eyes held no falsehood. Reflected in the black eyes of the fox beastman, his expression remained perfectly calm, as though he truly knew nothing. Radimir drew a deep breath and sat back down.
"You really don't know him? Fine. Then where is this Pyotr now?"
"My apologies, Comrade. Unfortunately, we were unable to locate him. However, he was last seen fighting near Sanctuarium, the capital of the Holy Empire, before vanishing. Witnesses reported that a massive female giant waged a fierce battle alongside lightning before disappearing."
"Was it the Holy Empire's doing?"
"Not the Holy Empire. It appears the Silvareich Empire abducted him. Traces of the imperial guard were found at the location where he vanished."
"Those bastards in black again…"
Radimir had barely managed to suppress her anger, only for it to flare up once more. The elves of the Empire had a custom of traveling abroad to abduct promising human men for romance and marriage. The imperial guard were the worst offenders of this practice. It was said that any human man who encountered an elf in black clothing should simply give up hope. Rank, status, or occupation meant nothing. No matter how noble or powerful a human aristocrat might be, they were powerless before the might of the Silvareich Empire.
"Listen carefully, Comrade Blanov. From now on, Pyotr is a member of our Revolutionary Army and your direct subordinate. Understood?"
"I don't quite follow, Comrade."
"I want to bring this powerful man into the Ferrum Marcus Federation by any means necessary. We desperately need someone of his strength for our war."
"But if the imperial guard has taken him, isn't there no hope?"
"I know. Still, it would be a waste to simply hand him over to the Empire. So when I negotiate with the Führer, I'll bring up this matter. How did the contact with the Führer go?"
"It went smoothly. They said they'll inform us of the date and location for negotiations soon."
Though the Federation found the Empire distasteful, the Holy Empire's intervention in the civil war made their assistance essential. On the surface they spoke of signing a non-aggression pact, but in reality a military alliance was far more necessary. The Silvareich Empire's army possessed superior technology and was extremely powerful. With their help, they could drive out the Holy Empire and end the civil war. Yet accepting foreign aid in a civil war was a tremendous gamble, and even for Radimir it was a headache-inducing problem. At the very least, she hoped the Empire would keep the Holy Empire in check without actually setting foot on northern soil.
So this is why everyone wants to get married and start a family. A beautiful elf wife, a kind and lovely elf maid, and a diligent beastman maid to contrast them. It really is a perfect household.
No, get a grip. I almost got swept up again. I'm a bachelor, not a married man. If I get married like this, I'll probably end up with my nose ringed, doing dishes for the rest of my life.
"You two make a good pair. Why don't you become an official maid while you're at it?"
"R-Really?"
"That's right, Lati. Just as Enarel said, you should switch to being a maid."
"If that's what the boss wants…"
"Very well, Lati. I'll teach you with all my heart, so please follow along diligently. You two should rest comfortably."
Lati was dragged off somewhere by Enarel, who had offered to teach her housework. Then, without warning, Richel threw herself into my arms. This elf soldier girl was so forward that it was sometimes overwhelming. Tirga hadn't been this aggressive. Of course, she was still better than the human women from my previous life who played hard to get, but Richel's romantic brakes seemed completely broken.
"Now then, shall we spend some quality time together as husband and wife in the bedroom?"
"H-Husband and wife? We haven't even had a wedding yet…"
"But living together like this isn't any different from being married, is it?"
Damn it. Did the fantasy world—or rather, the Empire—have a concept of common-law marriage? We were probably going to do it again tonight anyway. If I wore myself out in broad daylight, even I would be in trouble. I needed to distract her somehow and dampen her interest and desire.
"Come to think of it, what about your luggage, Richel? Do you not need to bring anything from your quarters?"
"I'll just have the kids bring it later."
Ah, right. Richel was a superior officer. Though not the superior I had known, I could feel the aura of an extremely high-ranking supply officer from her. No, this was bad. I was going to get dragged along at this rate. Maybe I should test out my newly equipped combat prosthetic arm? As a man, I needed to assert some authority. I couldn't let a woman push me around.
I simply flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes, claiming I was tired. Now, how would our Richel respond?
"I'm sorry, Mar."
"Huh?"
"My husband says he's tired, yet here I am trying to satisfy only my own selfish desires. I'm a failure as a wife. I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me."
Richel suddenly sniffled and began to cry. This was a completely unexpected development. But why did she even look beautiful when she cried? Was this the charm and beauty of elven women? Damn it, why was this traitorous thing standing up so insensitively? Stay down, you!
"D-Don't cry, Richel."
"Hic, sob…"
In the end, I shot up and pulled her into my arms, patting her back. I couldn't hold out any longer. The feel of her soft skin, her breasts pressed flat against me, the heartbeat I could feel—everything fanned my desire until it was blazing. My hands instinctively slid down her waist and found her hips. They were firm and beautifully shaped. I wanted to thrust into her from behind right now and slap them.
"Kyaa!"
"Alright, since you did something wrong, you need to be punished, don't you?"
I scooped Richel up and laid her on the bed. She raised both arms in surrender and turned her face away in embarrassment. Where had all that bold energy from earlier gone? My right prosthetic arm still wasn't fully adapted, so undressing her wasn't easy. Since when was unbuttoning clothes this difficult? Then my good Richel began unbuttoning and removing her own clothes. She even kindly helped strip me. We were both naked together. As if by agreement, we kissed, and my mouth naturally trailed down her smooth, slender elven neck.
"Aah, Mar, there…"
With my left hand and mouth I caressed her breasts while my right hand stroked the inside of her thighs. It felt like my combat prosthetic had turned into an adult toy. I gradually increased the intensity of my caresses, sucking and rolling her erect nipples with my tongue while properly stimulating her sex. It was killing two birds with one stone—foreplay and getting used to the prosthetic at the same time. It still felt awkward and a bit heavy, but judging by Richel's reactions, it wasn't bad. She was clearly aroused, and her insides were thoroughly wet with love juices. But if I entered her now, it would be too boring, so I decided to tease her a little more.
"Aah! I haven't washed, it's dirty down there! Haah!"
I stimulated her sex with my tongue and lips. Some people might feel repulsed, but once you got used to this pleasure, it was hard to stop. Right, I had done this for Richel the first time at Troopers Castle too. I carefully and rhythmically stimulated her clitoris, gradually increasing the intensity. Feeling that wasn't enough, I used both hands to stimulate her breasts as well. It seemed my right arm's control was adapting. Richel's hips lifted and her thighs pressed against my head as she failed to hold back her moans. Continuing like that, she eventually squirted, making a mess of my face.
"My, my, what a lewd elf. To think you'd come from just foreplay."
"T-That's because you're too skilled, Mar. Hah, your face is a mess. Come here."
She chanted something like a spell and splashed water right onto my face, just like a dramatic scene where a mother-in-law throws a glass of water at her daughter-in-law.
"Oops, my mistake."
"Oh, so that's how you want to play?"
I flipped Richel onto her stomach and thrust my fully erect member into her in one swift motion. Without any consideration, I grabbed her slim waist and pounded into her roughly like a beast. The tightness combined with the wetness was indescribably pleasurable.
"Euh, haah, M-Mar, you're too rough! It feels like it's going to tear!"
"Not only did you squirt on your husband's face, you even splashed water on him. Just accept your punishment obediently!"
Wait, husband? Oops, my disastrous mouth had blurted out something stupid again. But since we were in the middle of sex, it should be fine, right? She probably didn't have the presence of mind to worry about that while being pounded. I was starting to feel the urge to climax. I'd give her ass a slap and finish inside her nice and deep. Get pregnant with a child from another world!
"Richel, I'm going to come inside!"
"Yes! Come as much as you want!"
That was all that came out of my mouth. The pent-up semen erupted satisfyingly, bringing a sense of release. But perhaps due to the aftereffects of the surgery, fatigue hit me rapidly. Come to think of it, they told me not to overdo it—did that include sex too?
"Richel, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a bit."
"You worked hard, Mar."
With my face buried in Richel's chest, I closed my eyes. In the dream world I arrived in, someone was waiting for me.